Adhere to Me

©2019, Olan L. Smith

Who are you?

I find you everywhere; however, I never

Use you, and I haven't once applied you,

But if I walk through the air, you are there.

Where are you from?

You adhere to me, as if you didn't care. I find you

In my bed, on my pillow, on my shirt, on my face.

I find you in my girlfriend's hair, on her cheek,

On her blouse, although she doesn't use you,

Either. Your manifestations are a mystery to most.

Where do you come from? Perhaps heaven

Gifted us with extraordinary flecks of glitter.